As I type these words I feel like Prince Charles’ fingertips. Or where ever his brain is located. Is this story an answer to his question “whatever love means?” If this is love, then it makes everyone thoroughly miserable. They are fighting back the tears, digging their nails into the palm of their hand or turning their face toward a rain-soaked wall. But as an Anglo-Saxon what do I know? Maybe this is normal. [Read more…]

In her native France, Brigitte Bardot enjoyed a similar reputation to that enjoyed by, say, Elizabeth Taylor in the Anglo-Saxon world; a great screen actress who also happened to be a great beauty. In the English-speaking world Bardot’s reputation was rather different, more that of a great beauty, idolized by millions of men who had never seen any of her films. [Read more…]